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Day 12: The man at the door

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12/4/2018

There’s a man who stands at the door,
His back is a bag of scars,
His heart,
an ocean of tears,

 

Tears He sheds each time
He knocks on the door of your pain,
Hoping you will let Him in,
Only for you to add
one more lock on that bleeding door,

 

We shut Him out of what pains us the most,
And think that all He’d like to hear is
“God you are holy,
God you are amazing
and there’s no king like you

 

Like He’s an insecure King
waiting to be reminded of who He is,

 

Like He never soaked the ground
with blood from His wounds,

 

Like He never had people praise him one day,
and throw insults and stones the next day,

 

Like He doesn’t know the pain
of being betrayed
by the one’s He loved the most ,

 

Like He’s that friend who
only sticks around when you’re well
and runs away when you fall,

 

Like His heart isn’t strong enough
to carry those scars that you have

Love & Blessings

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